Kane - Throw Them Thangs lyrics

[Kane & Abel] Yo KL, hook me up with some of that beats by the pound Kane & Abel Gangstafied gorrila sh** We start tightin up on these n***as like a n***a been doin [Magic] n***a, we got the whole no limit motherf**in family representin Them n***as Kane & Abel, am I my brothers keeper Got that f**in tank around your f**in neck n***a, f**in right n***a Chorus Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs n***a Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs n***a Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs n***a Throw them thangs, don't make me throw them thangs n***a [Kane & Abel] My hustle's still sick, set trip, bullets spin n***as flip Hot slugs hit, that's it, rip that a** like some pump dick Feel respect from my balls I don't pause for sh** I'm quick to empty my clip and hit the gas b**h Drive by, four n***as thinkin like they the sh** Bye bye, Mr. Kane bring the pain like project brings to the brain My game is worth more then my weight in c**ain Don't wanna get wet, but b**h don't go outside in the rain No Limit, we get respect for chin chacks and teks Mob connects, tryin to disrespect, save your breath Cause I ain't met a motherf**er who can do that yet On the edge of d**h like we the last real n***as left [Magic] Chorus (My turn now) Respect my mind I'm ready to war with any n***a Face me head up I gotta do that the hard n***a You don't know where drama come from cause I'm with Kane & Abel Twin motherf**ers that's definately willing and able Picture the pain we puttin these n***as through We got b**hes hurtin too, we runnin through the whole f**in crew I thought yall knew, for any n***a that wanna buck up Get f**ed up, I gotta fortyfive motherf**er Chorus [Kane & Abel] I split em, I hit em, then casket fit em Left a n***a staggerin like Roy Jones done hit em When I co*k my sh** I'm a bust my sh** Scary n***as in your click ain't prepare for this Double eye slugs and twelve gauge think this Hit em with the AP 9 or the M 1 6 See n***as so scared casaulties of wars Hoes flippin through the air like Domonique Dawes Give me mine plus yours, strip down to the droors Give me that crome four four, I'm bout to pull a kickdoe [Magic] Chorus x2 [Kane & Abel] This is Kane & Abel and Mr. Magic n***a This ain't no motherf**in heckyl and jeckyl Motherf**ers tryin to keep it real n***a Make a million in this sh** They tryin to k** other n***as but guess what n***a run up, n***as gonna get more holes then a golf course b**h n***as down south we bout it b**h We dont play no games n***a, ain't no talkin Don't make me throw them thangs